I've referred before to my intense refusal to vomit. I almost was forced to during my trip to the grocery store about an hour ago. No, it wasn't the two dead possums on the road that I twittered about (see the sidebar - I'll occasionally post whatever's going on or on my mind in the moment). I entered the store and there were a few people by the carts - one family that had just gotten there and a woman who was leaving. They obviously knew each other, and the man in the family was showing the woman A SMALL BUT DEFINITELY DISGUSTING LIVE RAT HE HAD IN HIS HAND. I was so, so grossed out. I quickly got my cart and left that area, hoping that would be the last time I'd have to see them. But NO. Seems they felt like shadowing my every move. I even shopped out of order to try to escape, and even that failed. I was so close to getting sick.
If not for that, I might have had more patience for the cashier who looked at the 6 ears of corn in the clear produce bag and asked, "How many corns do you have?"; and then took my check out of my hand, looked at it and then asked me, "Did you write it for the exact amount?" You know, there's no telling. I may have taken off the $10 discount for being followed around the store by an animal for which you sell snap traps in the housewares section.
If not for that, I might have had more patience for the cashier who looked at the 6 ears of corn in the clear produce bag and asked, "How many corns do you have?"; and then took my check out of my hand, looked at it and then asked me, "Did you write it for the exact amount?" You know, there's no telling. I may have taken off the $10 discount for being followed around the store by an animal for which you sell snap traps in the housewares section.
